• at the risk of being cringe with everything going on — this week, the last six months, the past five years — i keep thinking about that one quote from the great gatsby

  • “they were careless people…they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.”

  • it’s just every day now, huh.

  • you know when I was a kid I used to think it was so sad that the adults and authority figures in my life didn't see play as something available to them unless it was to appease a child, like it was some kind of inherently and exclusively juvenile thing, and I chalked it up to inevitability of age, assuming that I too would join the ranks of those afflicted with productivity-obsessed "maturity," and when that didn't start to happen to me, I sure as hell did start to wonder what else I had taken for granted about what it means to be human.

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